Sleeping sickness ( City and Colour cover for White Rabbit)

I awoke only to find my lungs empty,
And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing.
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down.

And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me,
Such as living with the uncertainities
They'll never find the words to say which [bad word] explain
Just how I'm breaking down
 [bad word] and, [bad word] and save my life
Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead,
But now it's like the night is taking up sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be, this misery will suffice.